In Plain Sight Blog Tour & Excerpt

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The blog tour for In Plain Sight will begin on June 17th and will end on June 26th. The blog tour schedule with links is provided below. We encourage you to stop by and celebrate Don’s first book with Meryton Press. Don has several excerpts, some great guest posts, and a vignette lined up for your enjoyment. Please be sure to have your share in the conversation at each blog stop and enter the blog tour giveaway via the Rafflecopter. There will be eight eBooks given away after the end of the blog tour. All winners will be notified by email.

Book Description:

“At the end of the day when we are each of us lyin’ flat on our backs, lookin’ at the ceiling, and the vicar is whisperin’ in our ear, the greatest comfort we shall ’ave is to know that we loved well and were well loved in return.”

When Fitzwilliam Darcy’s father slides into an early grave, his son is forced to take on Pemberley’s mantle. Brandy numbs his pain, but Darcy’s worst inclinations run wild. After tragedy rips everything away, he spends years finding his way back: a man redeemed by a woman’s loving understanding.

Elizabeth Bennet is afflicted with a common Regency ailment: observing the world about her but not seeing those beneath her notice. Then a clarifying act shatters the propriety that has denied her heart the transcendent love she craves.

In Plain Sight explores Jane Austen’s eternal love story by flipping social roles on their heads. From their first encounter, Elizabeth Bennet and the convict known as “Smith” must overcome their prejudices and break through their pride. Only then can they share the treasure hidden in plain sight.


Don Jacobson has created a moving tale that reimagines one of the most beloved romances ever! He carries the themes of pride, prejudice, and forgiveness through the text beautifully. An original tale laced with historical details. You’ll love it!

         Elaine Owen, author of Duty Demands

In Plain Sight Blog Tour Schedule

June 17 Diary of an Eccentric

June 18 Interests of a Jane Austen Girl

June 19 Austenesque Reviews

June 20 Donadee’s Corner

June 22 From Pemberley to Milton

June 23 My Vices and Weaknesses

June 24 Savvy Verse & Wit

June 25 So Little Time… June 26 Babblings of a Bookworm

In Plain Sight is available on Amazon for pre-order now, and will be available for purchase tomorrow, June 12th.

Now Don has an excerpt to share with you. We hope you enjoy it!

Excerpt from Chapter 4

St. Albans Road near Meryton, August 15, 1811

The inside of the stolid-looking carriage had assumed furnace-like qualities with the windows pulled up against the clouds of dried manure and powdered clay kicked up by the eight hooves of the team straining into leather harnesses. The old wood frames rattled in their tracks and allowed in countless specks and grains while not promoting any airflow that would relieve the unbearable heat that sought to stifle the coach’s three occupants.

The ladies had divested themselves of bonnets, pelisses, and gloves to avoid a measure of the Hades within which they traveled. The elder was furiously fanning herself as beads of sweat speckled her brow. The two younger women leaned back against worn squabs. Each had simply ceased moving in the hope that immobility might be a better course of action rather than flapping about. Eyes closed, they held handkerchiefs over their noses and mouths, seeking to filter out the worst of motes that hazed the cabin’s interior.

“Oh my Lord,” Fanny Bennet wailed, “when your father agreed that we should carry my sister to St. Albans to join your uncle whilst he is trying cases at the Ecclesiastical Court, I had no idea that Beelzebub himself would adjust the temperature to his liking!”

Elizabeth cracked her lids and glanced sideways at Mary, who sat stock-still, damp ringlets of light-brown hair plastered to her forehead. Mary’s face was flushed. As Lizzy watched, a rivulet freed itself from the near-invisible down of her younger sister’s cheek and raced down her neck to hide beneath her gown’s scandalously—for Mary—unbuttoned collar. She also caught movement beneath Mary’s right eyelid that told her that Mary had heard her mother and was rolling her eyes.

As far as Lizzy was concerned, taking a trip to St. Albans or not was of no consequence. Throughout several earlier expeditions to the cathedral town, Lizzy never had discovered how its shops were more fashionable or offered a selection more to her taste than Meryton’s draper, milliner, and haberdasher. Yet, for Mama, any mercantile business further than five miles from Longbourn hid worldly treasures just waiting for Fanny Bennet to sweep away the dunes that had drifted over them.

However, once her mother began leveraging her aunt’s need as a pretext for another assault on St. Albans’ shops…

“Why, Mr. Bennet, should my sister be forced to ride post from Meryton to St. Albans when we possess a perfectly serviceable, while somewhat outdated, coach is beyond my comprehension…”

“As are many items in this world, my dear,” growled Mr. Bennet…

Lizzy concluded that she would be dragooned as an unwilling accomplice. Mama’s companion would be thoroughly ignored on the outbound journey, juicy gossip between Gardiner girls replacing sensible conversation. The return trip would have been another matter once Mrs. Philips had been deposited with her husband. Mrs. Bennet would require an audience. Her effusions about the fashions worn by the great and the good would have to be met with suitable affirmation. No conversation would be required, just an open ear. This, though, was a labor worthy of Hercules if undertaken alone.

Lydia was off in Brighton with the Forsters. Kitty’s frequent coughing, enhanced by her sulk at being denied sea bathing, disqualified her from Mama’s company. The most logical acolyte would have been Jane: compliant, graceful, never-say-no Jane. Lizzy gladly would have endured Mama’s company if accompanied by her elder sister. Their unspoken communication would have been amusing.

However, Jane was touring the Lake District with the Gardiners.

Lizzy could see the writing on the wall. Thinking on her feet, she dripped a few words in her mother’s ear that Mary might be placed in front of some of the younger solicitors at Uncle Philips’s St. Albans chambers. Fanny’s sudden reassessment of her middle daughter’s marriage prospects earned impertinent Elizabeth a harsh glare from her younger sister, who was not pleased to be dragooned into buffer service.

The Bennet coach rattled its way toward the first bend of the Mimram near Meryton’s outer reaches. Mrs. Bennet’s babble faded away as the lady tired. Elizabeth focused on the verdant barley fields interspersed with leafy patches of turnips and swedes. She felt the carriage slow as Tom Coachman pulled back on the reins.

We must be coming up on the bridge over the Lea Canal cut.

She leaned closer to the glass to catch sight of the marvel that was the dark scar slashing across the two-mile-wide neck of land that jutted between the channels of the meandering stream. Work had been finished on this segment that began in the millpond behind Watson’s Textiles.

The carriage tipped upward as it rolled over the high-arch bridge across the twenty-odd feet that were to become the canal. As the coach crested the span, Lizzy looked down the watercourse’s stone-lined dry bed.

While this portion of the canal had been completed, there was yet another mile of digging to be done before the locks could be constructed by the pool above Johnson’s Granary on the far side of Longbourn’s holdings. Loggers had already cleared a path through Longbourn Woods. The windfall from the felled timber had fueled Mama’s shopping sprees throughout the summer months.

Lizzy smiled as the coach rumbled along. The extra cash in the form of expanded allowances also had been welcomed by those Bennet women condemned to remain in Meryton.

Mary had prevailed upon the bookseller to send for a copy of Maestro Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier. Kitty had assuaged some of her anger at being denied Brighton with a portable easel and a set of oils

Lizzy, after purchasing a pair of half boots from Mr. Angelo, Meryton’s cobbler, had added to her library of English poets with new editions of Blake, Wordsworth, and—shockingly—Byron. Mama, on one of her infrequent forays into Elizabeth’s bedchamber, had commented that young Miss Lizzy was going to have to choose between removing some books from the window ledge or living in a space fit only for cultivating mushrooms. When she related this bon mot to her father, the two of them shared a chuckle at Mrs. Bennet’s unusual verbal cleverness. A week later, a new bookcase fashioned by Longbourn’s carpenter appeared in her room.

The cabin’s interior gradually assumed a red-orange hue as the sun dropped closer to the ridges west of town. Longbourn was just ahead. The carriage veered slightly toward the other side of the road as Tom came upon a line of laborers trudging back to their barracks.

Elizabeth was fatigued by the daylong trip and the afternoon heat, and her eyes began to drift shut as the coach passed by the weary men shuffling along the shoulder. She did not see their bowed backs nor the overseers on horseback who were armed with truncheons and whips.

What do you think? Are you ready to read more? How about a chance to win a copy of the eBook? Share your thoughts in the comments below. Tell us what you think about this excerpt, the excerpt from the cover reveal at Rita’s From Pemberley to Milton, or anything you have seen about this book whether by memes or Don’s posts. We would love to hear from you. This giveaway will end at 12:00 AM on the 14th of June. It’s a short giveaway so you will not have to wait long! Good luck!

16 Responses

  1. Sheila L. Majczan

    I have read and enjoyed other of Don’s books. I will definitely read this one…it sounds intriguing.

    • Meryton Press

      It is intriguing, Sheila. It is so different and really a good book. You will love it! Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

    • Don Jacobson

      Thank you! I am hoping readers will appreciate my take on the Elizabeth/Darcy binary.

  2. Glynis

    Well, my imagination is already working overtime! Having read various blurbs I’m thinking that Darcy is one of those workers and that he somehow will escape from the chain gang? I do hope Elizabeth helps him. Love the cover! I already have this on my list (especially as I don’t enter rafflecopter giveaways). Good luck with this one Don.

    • Meryton Press

      Hi Glynis. So glad to hear that your imagination is working overtime! I love it. 🙂 We are thrilled that this is on your list! I hope you get to read it soon. If you want a book that is different from most, this is the one to read.

    • Don Jacobson

      G-Appreciate your active following! The story will go through many twists and turns as the leads overcome their obstacles. I hope you will find my “take” on the binary to be a change of pace.

  3. Joan G Brand

    I love Don Jacobson’s work, so I am going to go to Amazon to see what else I can discover about this book.

    I found the chapter excerpt interesting because Mary has to suffer through a long carriage ride with Mrs. Bennet, a mother who does not hold her in regard. The author does a good job of capturing the heat in a shut up carriage. I had never thought of how hot it must have been during an era where air conditioning is nonexistent. I am reminded when I learned how to drive in a car that had no air conditioning on a hot summer day in North Carolina. What misery! The overseers with whips have caught my attention. Who are they whipping and why?

    • Meryton Press

      I love his work, too, Joan. It’s great to hear that you do as well. Don definitely portrayed that carriage ride well, didn’t he. You could almost feel that oppressive heat. Good question about the overseers and whips. I’m glad they caught your attention. I hope you get to discover the answer soon! 🙂

    • Don Jacobson

      What you noticed is not what Elizabeth saw. That is critical to the entire plot…not the fact of the en, but rather that they were invisible to Elizabeth. Your curiosity is actually answered in Chapter 5.

  4. Jan Hahn

    Great scene! Since I live in Texas with its triple-digit heat, I can truly identify with the ladies’ discomfort in that stifling carriage. Don is really talented at painting a vivid word portrait of the settings in which he places his characters. And then he leaves us with that cryptic last sentence where Lizzy fails to notice the suffering men outside her carriage. I love it!

    • Meryton Press

      Yes, he does, Jan. That Texas heat is often overwhelming, isn’t it! I’d hate to be riding in a carriage without AC here. Oh wait! I lived in a house for several days in the middle of that triple digit Texas heat last summer! Not good!That last sentence is a grabber, isn’t it! I hope you get to read the book soon.

    • Don Jacobson

      You caught it! These men were “beneath her notice.” I try to imagine the scene and scenery through which the characters must pass. Then I translate the images to words in the opes that the readers (in this instance) feel the heat, sniff the dust, and feel the motion. Perhaps it is a bit like a movie where the visual is as important as the dialogue. I want to engage multiple senses!

  5. Suzan Lauder

    The imagery caught in this excerpt puts one into that carriage, Don. I wilt in the heat and wanted to share my little personal fan with the ladies! I anticipate similar sorts of scenes throughout the book. I hope the release is successful and you have a fun blog tour.

    • Don Jacobson

      Thank you so much! As I noted with Jan, I tend to imagine my work in the visual as if I am shooting a scene in a film. My words are my lens. I hope that I continue to paint an interesting picture.

    • Meryton Press

      I bet those ladies would have loved to have your personal fan! lol Thanks for stopping by, Suzan.

  6. DarcyBennett

    Sounds like a great book and I look forward to reading all the goodies shared throughout the blog tour.